Luyện nghe bài hát Sleeping Princess Of The Arges

Tonight the moon is in the land beyond the forest.
The of Wallachian wolves,
a to the dreariest soul.

I'm alone, within the of my barren home bereaved,
left behind, grieving for the one, my bride.

A host of ravens hover majestic winter mountains.
Into my ears they whisper, a sullen of melancholy.

Five hundred years have passed the flowers blossomed.
Green meadows now benighted and shadows the frozen sun

I'm

"I the glorious storms,
the wrath of the heavens the shores.
The erotic and their symphonies,
above the elegant trees.
I remember the spent in thine arms,
while making dark love bestial charm.
A setting with incessant rain,
sipping the blood each others veins."

As mist, I the dismal skies,
feeding, my appetite.
Dreaming, of candles and stars.
Bleeding, my lovelorn scars.

I was a blissful delighted man,
residing over a land.
Now a beast of guise,
bent to cease my life.

"I am to touch thee, my love,
to bake in the warmth of the above.
Marveled by so picturesque
with the nestled on my nurturing breast.
I yearn to taste the tongue of thy kiss,
to dance in the of the fiery abyss.
thy curse and come set me free,
awake me, my darling, my tortured sleep."

As mist, I the dismal skies,
feeding, my appetite.
Dreaming, of and gleaming stars.
Bleeding, my lovelorn scars.

Once I was a delighted man,
residing a splendid land.
Now a of nocturnal guise,
bent to cease my life.

"Through dreams I convoke to thee
like a gentle breeze a reposing sea.
Let my wash away thy grief,
and convey thy soul back to me."

I've the ways of christ.
I've on his throne and scoffed at his lies.
I'll install a new to which there will be
everlasting for you and me.

we shall stroll through the spellbinding mark.
My time has come to this earth,
with cascading tears of unseen,
I'll be with my pallid queen.
ethereal dreams

Together we'll drink to our love.
Absinthe shall lift us on the of a dove,
and us to places beyond our dreams,
graceful nymphs dominate the scene.

And so I forsake my abode.
My calamitous of woe unfolds with valor,
I face the sun.
In thy pale of death, we are alone.